I was reminded during a recent visit of that image of Falkirk FC on TV, playing before quite an impressive stand for a club of its size...

Until you see the view of toxic wasteland (and in the distance, Grangemouth!) from said stand, including the little perch that the club built for the TV cameras

Later I visited the bus factory, which is busy these days. And proof that despite the impression we'd get from feckless examples of Immo and Gladstone, some people in Falkirk do actually fukkin work (although none of the ones I spoke to at Alexander's actually admitted to living in Falkirk obviously).